Poetry, Pain, Storytime and Introspection

There are things in me
Monsters
Darkness
Whispering desires convered
in blood and pain
Desires that I indulge in
When everyone agrees
But in the deepest pit of me
I see a piece that wants to take without permission
Wants to break and harm
And that I will not allow
So I know that darkness
That pitch black monster
Sitting in the deepest chasm of me
Chained up
So I cannot abide this in others
Monsters should not be allowed to have free rein
I should know
I’m one of them

And though now all will flee
Truth is all I have
Doing what is necessary
Even if the price paid
Destroys me